Pockets are cleaner than faces
She pointed at her pajamas and said, "Look at this bunny, how beautiful it is."
She pointed to her shirt and said, "Look at the embroidery, how delicate it is."
Finally, she held her own little face and said, "Look at this face again, it's so cute."
“Isn’t it a super match?”
Jiang Shanhai pushed Wang Hong aside and came to his daughter happily, holding her little face in his hands: "My daughter is so pretty. She looks good in anything she wears."
Wang Hong, who was pushed aside: ...
Let’s go crazy, let’s go crazy together. Fortunately, there is a normal child to accompany her.
As soon as she turned around, she saw Lin Nanyan standing next to the father and daughter, also smiling.
Wang Hong: ...
"Cough cough," she warned by coughing heavily.
The two people who were clinging to each other quickly separated. One walked up to Lin Nanyan, picked up the small cake and said with emotion: "Ah, it looks delicious." The other walked towards the kitchen: "I'm going to cook."
No one dared to truly challenge the patience of Ms. Wang, who was at the top of the food chain in the family.
Soon Jiang Shanhai poked his head out of the kitchen again and asked, "Jiang Jiang, Xiaonan, what do you want to eat tonight?"
"I want to eat noodle soup," she looked up and asked Lin Nanyan, "How about you?"
The food at noon was a bit dry, and she wanted to eat something with soup in the evening.
"I'm fine with anything." Lin Nanyan turned and looked at Jiang Shanhai, "Uncle Jiang's cooking is delicious."
This child speaks so nicely. Jiang Shanhai smiled, picked up an apron from the side and put it on his head, looking like he was ready to show his skills.
"Okay, then we'll have noodle soup tonight. Let me tell you, Xiaonan, your uncle's cooking skills are not exaggerated. I have an exclusive secret recipe, and Jiang Jiang loves the noodle soup I make the most."
Lin Nanyan nodded and agreed with Jiang Shanhai, with an expression of great anticipation.
"I'll just make some of the other dishes. I'll make sure you guys are full." He said as he retracted his head.
Wang Hong walked to the refrigerator to check what ingredients were left. She looked back and saw the two children still standing there. She chased them away: "Go back to your room. Don't stand in the middle of the living room and get in the way."
"You two go back to your rooms and study. Forget it, Nannan, you must be tired after teaching Jiang Jiang all day." She closed the refrigerator door and walked over to turn on the TV. "You two can watch TV for a while. Dinner will be ready soon."
Jiang Qing tugged at Lin Nanyan's sleeve, and the two of them sat on the sofa. She switched to the movie channel, which was playing "The Shawshank Redemption." She immediately focused, assuming the most relaxed posture, ready to relive the classic.
This is her favorite movie, but it’s not about the current Jiang Qing, but about her future self.
She had originally opened it because of its title as the best-selling film of all time. She loved the ideas it expressed: hope, freedom, brilliance, and never giving up. Even though the hero was imprisoned and faced countless difficulties, he kept pursuing that glimmer of light. More importantly, he kept redeeming himself and never gave up.
Without moving her eyes, she poked Lin Nanyan and recommended it to him. "This movie is really good. You have to watch it carefully. It's my favorite movie."
Lin Nanyan moved uncomfortably and glanced at Jiang Qing, who was sitting very close to him. Her eyes were bright and serious.
He quietly held the small cake decorated with strawberries. The fabric of summer pants was very thin. The cake should have been taken out of the freezer by Uncle Jiang. It was slightly cool and touched his skin. The collision of coolness and heat finally turned into warmth.
He didn't move, just sat there holding the small cake, enjoying one of her favorite movies with the people around him.
This was his first time watching The Shawshank Redemption.
"Some birds are't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright."
“Some birds can never be caged, for freedom shines from every feather of theirs.”
The film and television images kept jumping. The two people were very quiet, their eyes glued to the screen in front of them. As the plot went up and down, their moods also fluctuated.
When Jiang Shanhai came out to look for sauces in the refrigerator, he suddenly found that the hot pot base seemed to be missing. He guessed that the two of them did not have a good meal at noon and had to make do with a meal. He was sure that it must have been his daughter's suggestion.
Turning to the innermost part, the package of extra spicy base sauce was still unopened, and the opened package of slightly spicy base sauce disappeared. Jiang Shanhai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Jiang Qing loves spicy food, but excessive amounts can easily irritate her stomach, so he'd control her menu. He hadn't expected the hidden ingredients to be found without them at home. Even more surprising was that, without anyone watching, Jiang Qing had consciously chosen not to eat spicy food.
He turned to look at the two children sitting side by side on the sofa, one tall, the other short, wearing dark red T-shirts, their backs looking exceptionally focused. He sighed and thought, "Forget it." He glanced around, avoiding Wang Hong's gaze, and quickly buried the base material deeper and deeper, destroying the body.
Holding scallions, ginger, eggs, and tomatoes in his arms, Jiang Shanhai walked towards the kitchen. After two steps, he turned back and picked up a bag of half-soaked noodles. Wang Hong was a typical northerner with a very strong taste. For her, staple foods like noodle soup and rice always felt insufficient. However, these were all carbohydrates, with no difference in composition, and they could all fill a person's stomach.
My daughter wants to eat noodle soup, so I help my wife make a bowl of noodles, otherwise she will wake up hungry in the middle of the night. He can eat anything and enjoys it. It’s actually very quick to make noodle soup and noodles. The meal is ready in 20 minutes.
Jiang Shanhai and Wang Hong brought the bowls of rice to the dining table and called the two people who were sitting on the sofa watching a movie.
"Don't watch TV. Eat first, then watch after dinner."
Lin Nanyue stood up and walked towards the dining table. Jiang Qing followed behind him, hesitating and not wanting to turn off the TV.
Sitting on the chair, Lin Nanyan looked at the noodle soup in front of him. It was tomato flavored, with two soft-boiled eggs in the bowl, accompanied by the aroma of chopped green onions. He opened his mouth and took a bite. The flowing egg yolk was like cream, silky and dense.
Jiang Qing walked towards the dining table, turning her head from time to time to see where the plot was developing. She was not quiet even when sitting at the table, twisting her body and watching while eating.
Wang Hong couldn't bear it any longer. "If you keep doing this, I'm going to pull out the power cord for you. Just eat your meal."
Jiang Qing came back to her senses and immediately turned back. She could do without seeing or hearing anything. Fearing that Wang Hong would continue to lose her temper, she changed the subject: "Mom, I've invited some classmates to our house for a party tomorrow. I need to prepare some ingredients, and I need—"
She stretched out her hand and moved her fingertips: "Support me."
A white and tender hand appeared under Wang Hong's eyes, and it moved its fingers to indicate from time to time. Wang Hong slapped her hand, and the white and tender hand looked like it deserved a beating.
"You're asking me after you've already made an appointment with someone else. Why don't you notify me after the party?"
Jiang Qing was hit and immediately retracted her battered palm.
"Oh, Mom, my understanding, dear Mom, I knew you would definitely agree, so I didn't tell you in time." She dragged out her tone and acted coquettishly to cover up her guilty conscience. There were so many things going on recently that she forgot, and forgot that her pockets were cleaner than her face.
Wang Hong put down her bowl and said, "Just speak properly."
Jiang Qing straightened her attitude, made a RMB gesture, and asked her mother to look into her sincere big eyes.
"Let your dad give it to you." Wang Hong picked up the noodles sprinkled with sauce and pushed them to Jiang Shanhai.
When mom speaks, it means she agrees.
Jiang Qing's eyes lit up, and she instantly changed the direction of her attack, facing her dear father and becoming more and more aggressive.
"Yeah, I invited Song Shuang. She loves the food you cook. Dad, can you please share your exclusive barbecue sauce so that my new friend can try it tomorrow?" The sweet words came out of her mouth without any cost.
Jiang Shanhai asked: "How many people are there?"
"About five people."
"Okay, then I'll make the sauce for you tonight and put it in the refrigerator. You can just take it out tomorrow when you need it. And for the barbecue, you can use the small black electric grill upstairs. I'm afraid you can't get a charcoal grill."
In fact, barbecue with charcoal grilling tastes the best, but it is difficult to operate and not as healthy. Nowadays, restaurants generally use electric grills, which are easy to operate and can produce food quickly. His family has all the necessary kitchen utensils and also has several unused electric grills.
Besides, a small electric grill is enough for five people. Barbecue cannot be eaten as a meal, so just enjoy the flavor.
"Also, if you go shopping tomorrow morning, you can come to our store. The ingredients in the store are very fresh."
Jiang Qing was nodding at first, but immediately refused after hearing this: "I want to go to the vegetable market."
She wanted to go to the vegetable market to have fun. What was the point of going to the store? Her father must have prepared everything in the morning and there would be no surprises at all.
Jiang Shanhai compromised, "Okay, I'll leave the money on the table for you tomorrow morning." At this point, he remembered something and turned to ask, "Is Xiaonan going too?"
Lin Nanyan, who was listening quietly on the side, nodded.
He was immediately relieved. "Okay, I'll give the money to Xiaonan when I leave tomorrow morning. You two can go together to see if there's anything you want to buy. Don't skimp on your money, buy more of the dishes your classmates like."
"Since we're having a party, we have to entertain others well, okay?"
Jiang Qing had noodles in her mouth and was eating them noisily.
Lin Nanyan responded for her: "Okay, Uncle Jiang, we got it."
"And Xiaonan, keep an eye on her and don't let her put too much chili on the barbecue."
"Yeah, okay."
Jiang Qing glanced at Lin Nanyan who was answering obediently beside her.
I feel inexplicably emotional. It has to be you. You are indeed the famous child of other people's family in the community within a radius of ten miles.
He nodded in agreement to everything her father said, and seemed particularly sincere.
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